Archive for Voice

Barking As An Act Of Self-Care?

Welcome to the letter B in the series, the AB…Zs of Self-Care!

It was a gorgeous Autumn afternoon here in Atlanta. I was sitting on the deck with my partner, and the dogs were playing in the yard. They were running and romping, and seemingly involuntarily barking with glee. It was then and there that I decided that Barking (or making noise of any kind) had to be one of the Bs in the AB…Zs of Self-Care!

Too many of us go through life being quiet. Maybe this is because we don’t believe that what we have to say is valuable. Perhaps we don’t want to cause trouble or be a burden to anyone.  Maybe we don’t feel safe to make noise or call attention to ourselves in any way.

But finding a safe place where we can bark, speak gibberish, cry, and/or speak our truths, can be liberating. We  can gain access to emotions and opinions we didn’t even know were in there. And once they’re out in the open, we can start to understand them and decide how we want to act on them.

It’s also quite healing to make these noises; for us to give voice to parts of ourselves that are rarely if ever heard, whether or not anyone else ever hears them.

So let’s take a risk and take a lesson from Little Bit and Dogberry, shall we?  Let’s give ourselves the gift of full self-expression, regardless of what others might think. After all, it’s what we think that matters most!

 

Other Bs in the AB…Zs of Self-Care:

  • Bathing
  • Beauty
  • Being
  • Books
  • Bowling
  • Bragging

Poetry and the Olympics: Olga, Gabby, Little and Grown Up Me

I am writing this post with tears in my eyes, having just watched an amazing special on Olga Korbut.  Wow, what a difference she made on the sport of Gymnastics, in the hearts of those who watched her, and, as they pointed out, in the Soviet – U.S. relations.  The story about her moment with Richard Nixon alone is priceless!  I am thinking about our current darling, Gabby Douglas, and how the two of them are so much alike, with their enthusiastic spirits!

And now, for today’s poem, is one I wrote about me – another then and now story, of sorts..

Wanting for Myself and Others 

I grew up wanting to be somebody
Else.  Like many little girls, I
Put on skits,
Sang with records, was
Sensitive and dramatic.

I ended up on stage
For money, for love,
For friends, for myself.
Although who was that?
Who was I?

I knew whose voices I admired
So I used theirs, or some
Facsimile therof.
I performed so well
I became unwell.

Now the long road
To recovery discovery
Uncovery
Continues and I
Listen for my voice,
Hoping for

Others to
Use it to
Find their
Own True
Voices.